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Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Seven

Dylan’s P.O.V

Sitting at lunch with Ethan, Henry, and Sam was something I did every day, but they still loved to complain about how much I hung out with Amanda. They would never stop for the rest of my life if you ask me. The noise of the busy cafeteria was something I’d like to listen to more than their complaining. The laughter, the talking, the yelling. All of it more interesting, and also better to listen to than them.

                “Dylan, the girl has you more whipped than a donkey in the old times.” Ethan chimed in now, even mimicking the sound of a whip.

                I put my elbow on the table and leaned my chin on my fist. “Oh, really?”

                “Yeah. He’s right. You never hang out with us anymore.” Sam said now.

                I gave him a look before rolling my eyes. They were all dramatics. It’s amazing how no one thought they were gay yet. “I’m with you all now, aren’t I?” Sam and Ethan were sitting across from me, both giving me a look, trying to guilt me into spending more time with them. Henry was to my left side, not really giving a shit about anything.

                “Well, you’re with us now, but this doesn’t count! We want the old badass Dylan back! We want our best friend back.” Ethan complained now.

                I rolled my eyes once more. “For fuck sake, guys. I’m the same as I always have been.”

                “If you were, you would have used Amanda like a tissue and thrown her away once you were done. This is…not your normal self.” Henry said, piping up for the first time since I sat down with them.

                “Oh come on, guys. Is it that weird that I’m crazy about a girl?” I found Amanda across the room, sitting with Bekah, laughing as usual. She had her hand up in mid-air, a poor french-fry dangling from her fingertips. I guessed that she was going to eat it then Bekah said something that made her laugh too hard to. Her blonde hair was perfectly straightened, and fell down to just past her shoulder as always. Also like always, she was gorgeous. She wore a purple t-shirt with a white over-thing to go with it, and normal light blue jeans. She could wear something so simple and make it look amazing.

                “Yes.” I heard three voices say at me.

                “What?” I asked before I remembered what we had been talking about. “Oh, come on.”

                “Tell it to someone else, love-cadet. You were just staring at her for a minute or so just now. You’re whipped. Possibly more than Willow Smith’s hair.” Ethan muttered.

                I glared at him. “If you guys keep giving me grief about this, maybe I’ll just go sit with her every day from now on.” I grinned, knowing I’d catch them with that one.

                “No!” Ethan and Sam yelled.

                Henry just smirked at me. “If you say you’re still the bad-ass Dylan we all know, or that is, used to know, prove it.”

                I knew I was going to have to do something Amanda would get pissed at me over, so I sent her a longing glance. I hoped that she would forgive me eventually for what I was going to do. However, there was a chance she wouldn’t even see or find out.

                I spot a freshman kid coming my way with a tray full of disgusting sloppy lunch food. As he was passing by me, I reached out, and slapped the bottom of the tray, making it flip up and hit him in the face. The kid with bouncy brown curls and a kiddish face stood there dripping with some kind of mystery slop as everyone laughed at him. I felt bad when he looked like he was going to cry, but I just smirked at him instead, feeling the old power in me.